旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM86
積分
演出藝人
神秘主義信徒
演出者
詞曲
Michael Tyler
詞曲創作
Craig Lawson
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Leroy Edwards
製作人, 混音師, 錄音師
歌詞
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
**** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin' murderer, shot my fuckin' brother
But when I find him, I'm gon' get that motherfucker!
He playin' the role of one them **** that's always talkin' noise
Runnin' inside, talkin' that shit front of his fuckin' boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin' that bolt back
Loadin' that gat, here that Glock come out ya fuckin' head
Standin' on the corner
I'm peepin' on ya so I'ma creep up on ya!
Calmin' my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick 'em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I done reached for that nine
I'm gon' do you in, I'm tellin' ya bitch you gon' have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin'
Them coward-hearted **** started runnin'
But not you, though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin' it up like a bone, bitch, I know you are
Talkin' head gon' put you on your deathbed
Just 'cause you got a gat, that's just why you actin' brave
Got a gat, I got a Glock, whatchu gon' do?
Handle your business, don't let your business handle you!
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
**** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
The fuckin' cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
[Verse 2]
Pull your shirt down, bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared 'bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin' guns you got
The only thing that matter is a **** to get the first shot
'Cause if I peep, that ass is fallin' to the street
Bitch, retreat, or that ass is dead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin' feet
They gon' pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a po-li-ce?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot ya like a fake bitch
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But I ain't that type of **** that's liable to shoot you over no dumb shit!
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just 'cause
You talk too much shit, plus you popped one of my boys
Gankin' ****, I'm gettin' downright scandalous!
You can't handle this!
So when you're out, bitch, move or I won't step
'Cause if I catch ya, I'ma drill ya in your fuckin' chest
I ain't gon' gon' ride by and pop 'cause I might miss
I'ma walk up to your face, pop point blank, bitch!
That's what you get from out there tryin' to go act bad
Not even Bruce Lee could whoop a bullet ass
Gotcha, finna come get this ass whoopin'
And if you bringin' them **** with ya, that's nothin', I'm poppin' the clip in
**** fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run, but I'ma catch 'em!
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
**** be killin' **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
Them fuckin' cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
[Verse 3]
Yo ****, you caught that bitch yet?
Fuck no! I ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight and every project
But I betcha when I stop runnin' behind 'em
Get up, pack my shit and I'll stop, then I'ma fuckin' find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit 'cause I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play
Goes the AK
Sprayin' on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck, ho
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Aimin' at that ass on Tuesday
Put up the nine, go get the AK
Bitch, if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm bloodthirsty
Fuck that, wait till Friday, payday!
Shoot ya in your face and take your money, J
Now wait till the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go creepin'
But you better be watchin' your back 'cause I'm sneakin'
Waitin' for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday
God gon' have to forgive me 'cause I'ma shoot ya in your head, ****
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Them guns murder **** at night
Dawg, **** even kill **** at night
Them fuckin' cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Written by: Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

